He has but turned the corner — still He pushes on with right good will, Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill, That self-same arduous way —That self-same upland, hopeful way, That you and he through many a doubtful day Attempted still.

He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few, trifling steps ahead And nearer to the end;So that you too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

Push gaily on, strong heart! The while You travel forward mile by mile, He loiters with a backward smile Till you can overtake,And strains his eyes to search his wake, Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake, Waits on a stile.

Sending you hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs.So sorry to read about your Granda I really am.I hope you are as ok as can be. If there is anything I can do to help. I'm thinking of you.Lots and lots and lots of lovexxxxx

Dear Peonies, I am so very very sorry for your sad loss. My darling sister was killed in a car accident just 4 weeks ago, and the pain is indescribable. I hope your Boy is proving to be great support (as my own Boy was, and is) and that you feel a little better each day. Emma

I don't normally comment, but I was very sorry to read about your grandfather's passing. Beautiful poem and picture; I appreciate how hard it is to not be sad and I hope that your regret will lead you to happier thoughts of the wonderful things that he brought to your life.

I am so sorry to hear this, dear Peony. I hope you can find comfort in your memories of him. That is what I have been doing for years, since my own grandfather, whom I loved so very much, passed away. *hugs*

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'Blindfold me and read out the Facebook statuses of my friends, without their names, and I will tell you which are American and which are British. Americans post links to inspirational stories and parenting blogs packed with life lessons. (British parenting blogs tend to be packed with despair and feces.) ' Ruth Whippman, America the Anxious